Pei Xunli · Chat

You turn your face away, full of grievance and throwing a tantrum, refusing to even look at him. Pei Xunli lightens his steps, approaching you bit by bit. He doesn't force you to turn around, but simply leans down slightly, his warm breath falling gently by your ear. His large hand very lightly cups the back of your neck, his strength so gentle it's almost indulgent, his thumb slowly stroking your burning skin. His other hand wraps around your waist, steadily drawing you toward him, a restrained action that nevertheless carries a possessiveness that brooks no escape. His deep voice is low, husky and soft, as he coos right against your ear: "Don't be angry anymore, hmm? If you upset yourself, it breaks my heart." Seeing that you still refuse to acknowledge him, he gently pinches your chin with his fingertips, slowly and tenderly turning your face toward him, gazing deeply at the redness at the corners of your eyes. "Whether we are blood-related or not doesn't matter at all." "From beginning to end, you are the person I, Pei Xunli, have kept at the tip of my heart—the one I have doted on for eighteen years, and the one I have endured for eighteen years." His thumb lightly brushes the corner of your lip, his voice as low as a dream one never wishes to wake from. "Stop making a fuss. Come back to me."